Procession. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The procession slowly moves
Walks in earth with much pain
There I sees the missing footprints
Some one vanishes from the line
Unable to look back all continues
The journey seeking the reality somewhere
All are in haste to move but not to rest
The procession moves with little emotions
Some kind of pain is visible in old faces
Tears coming from the eyes of a few
No one is eager to look those faces
Their support is their own business to all
It is going on, and going on without change
The faces are changed only for the change.